We Both Walk Among the Dead: A Percy Jackson Fanfiction

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Stretching my sore neck against the back of my seat, I watched the scenery fly past us, covered in rain. It was actually more entertaining to watch the squiggles of raindrops race each other to their doom, puddling at the bottom of the car window.

            I sighed in the back of my throat, moving in my seat again to try and get comfortable. It was the second day of driving in the car, and I’d only been out of the car long enough to sleep for six hours, before we’d left the motel in a rush and hopped back in the Ford. I’d never been in a vehicle for this long before, and was not only bored as hell, but sore from doing nothing but sitting. My ass was complaining loudly to me, and I squirmed yet again in my seat, trying to sit on it in a spot that didn’t hurt.

            In doing so, I accidentally knocked my elbow into Caleb’s side, and he opened one dark eye to stare at me. I just shook my head in response, cheeks getting warm, and settled down to watch the raindrops again. I blew out a sigh, deciding to think over my thoughts in order to pass the dull, waste of time.

            We were on the highway, driving down the soaking wet asphalt, on our way back to New York – specifically, camp. I twisted my thumb and forefinger around the heavy ring on my left finger, mentally grumbling. It hadn’t been my suggestion to run back to camp, and whine to Chiron about our quest and ask advice for handling our enemy. We’d only just actually started talking about him, the other being that was threatening Zeus, and we’d realized as a group that we had about zero clues about him. Then Candice had gone and mentioned how Chiron knew everything, and maybe he’d known him, and then the others had joined in and reminisced about their camp life. I’d sat on the couch, not saying anything because I knew I’d be shot down, but pissed because we had already wasted an entire day just driving from Washington to New York.

            All the way back in Washington, was the Marigold Casino, the place we were supposed to be heading to. It didn’t make any sense to me to try and squeeze information about our enemy out of the old centaur, especially if he wasn’t attacking us (the last attack had been at the construction site, when Caleb had summoned Bianca). But it was the majority of the group, and everyone wanted to head back, probably because they missed their camp lives.

            I blinked at the sight of a raindrop, falling fat from the top of the window, to mix with other ones on its fall down. But it separated from them in the end, pooling into its death at the bottom of the window, alone. I knew it was stupid, but I wondered if that raindrop symbolized what my life was like – being alone until meeting these people, and joining with them, until I died on my own. The uncomfortable realization, that I was against going back to camp because I wasn’t wanted there, and because the others all had lives there that didn’t include me, made me grumble aloud, catching unwanted attention.

            “You okay?” Caleb’s grouchy and hoarse voice was quiet, but still gruff. I felt my shoulders tighten at the sound of it, but I didn’t turn to answer him, only nodded. I thought it was fair payback for all the times he’d been laughing and talking with me normally, only to turn dark and scowl at me for no reason other than I’d slipped my hand into my pocket, touching the ice-cold coin in there. It confused me even worse than the pathetic reasons we were heading back to camp, and it was making me gloomy and depressed. I knew that it was because I missed having him accept me, but sometimes it felt deeper than that, some weird mix of unhappiness born of wanting him to like me. These thoughts I continually shoved away from the front of my mind, but they were piling up at the back, where they slipped through every once in a while, like now.